No Time to Die
We live to make choices, for better or worse.
We can choose to find happiness, or someone to curse.
We can walk in the sunlight, or hide in the hills;
We embrace who we are, our dreams and our skills.
We share our good fortune, it's ours only to rent
We could give it away and go live in a tent.
We're not always able to dig deep and give
Sometimes we teach others why their duty’s to live.
We can lose all we’ve got in the blink of an eye,
We rarely know when, or whither, or why.
Fate shows us our options, then with a thousand small voices
It appeals to our strengths, and not to our choices.
In a moment of truth, and in spite of our fears
We can make a choice that defines us for years.
We can look deep within us, or up to the sky
We can ask “Why me?” or shout “This mountain’s too high” –
But that war was our fight, it came on our time.
Though he was a young man, barely into his prime.
He chose to fight on, he wanted to live
He had too much to do, and too much to give.
He fought for what’s right, it was the least he could do.
He looked death in the eye, and rejected its view.
In that one single moment, though his odds were not high
He chose to fight on; he had no time to die.